Where is she going, this child of ours? Where is she hiding today?
Is she staring at birds in flight above, or lost in her world of play?
Is she struggling to walk, unable to run,
or playing a game outside in the sun?
Is she hearing complaints 'cause she can't move faster,
or being carried up stairs which she can't master?
If she tries too hard, will she slip and fall
as she uses her crutch to reach for that ball?
Is she stealing a kiss, or dreaming of places
where good strong legs could shed those braces?
Is she all dressed up and ready for school?
Or hearing the echos of ridicule?
Are her eyes sparkling from laughter, or tears...
For no one can soothe her doubts and fears.
Where will life lead her, this angel, this child?
Will her innocense fade and her spirit run wild?
Must she fight for her life every hour, every day?
Oh, where is she going, this child of ours?
How will she find her way?!
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Gentle angels, a lulaby to ease her fears...
Whisper softly, hush-a-bye now, no more tears.
Move slowly, she sleeps, or so it seems.
Little noises, they creep into her dreams.
Let her rest, whle we stay here by her side.
All our hopes, all our prayers with her abide.
